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Epilogue - at least five months and eight days later

It was Newt's weekend to travel.

He'd been staring out of the train carriage window for a good hour, watching fields and towns speed by.

Earphones in, iPod on shuffle.

His preferred music, mixed with some of Gally's that he'd sneaked on there the weekend before. His attempt at trying to get Newt into heavy metal. It wasn't really that bad and he was getting into it. Not that he would tell Gally that.

The carriage was virtually empty, his companions being a family of three at the far end, quietly playing cards. His only human interaction for the entire journey, a tired looking and dishevelled inspector asking for his ticket.

This trip was different though. He had something important to discuss.

The thought turning his stomach to knots. What if Gally Hulked out? Everything with him had been going so well.

He'd told Thomas his plan about a week ago. He'd been concerned, but excited for him. Kept asking if he was sure that it was what he wanted to do.

He'd been sworn to secrecy, pinky promising to not even tell Minho, who had a tendency to blab things during an argument.

He and Gally had had a lot of those since the window incident. Usually, if Minho was any more laid back he'd be dead, but you didn't want to make him angry. If anything, it'd be Gally who'd come off worse.

The train shuddered to a stop at his platform, disrupting his thoughts.

Newt wedged himself through the pedestrian smoosh, trying his best not to bludgeon anyone with his overstuffed holdall. He emerged from the exit and hailed a cab; giving directions as he got in and slammed the door, almost shutting his jacket in it.

The cab arrived at the apartment block. He paid the driver, walked through the double doors and started to slowly climb the stairs.

What if what he had to say ended everything? What if?

He spotted Gally leaning against the apartment door frame and grinned, heart beating faster.

Black t-shirt, baggy jeans, bare feet and a grin that matched his travelling was definitely worth it. He was worth it. Even though he put trainers in the refrigerator.

Happiness bubbling to the surface, he decided to affect a swagger now and deal with his 'what if's' later.

"Newton"

"Galileo"

Newt stood on his tiptoes, wrapped his arms around Gally's neck and kissed him. He paused when his boyfriend gently pulled away.

"Neighbours" Gally murmured against his lips

"Let them watch."

"You don't have to live here."

"Nor do you."

Before Gally could decipher the remark, Newt grabbed his hand, pulled him inside and slammed the door. Screw the neighbours.

He threw his bag and jacket down on the floor in the centre of the living room. It landed with a thump.

"Gally's teaching you bad habits" Thomas said, from his position on the sofa.

How Thomas could tell that it was Newt, when he hadn't even turned around had always amazed him.

Minho slowly rose from his position on the sofa next to Thomas and picked his way around at least two days of Chinese takeout boxes. Newt recognised it as the the one from down the road. Didn't they use the kitchen anymore?

"Did you collect it?" He asked.

Not even a hello or how was your journey.

"Collect what?" Thomas considered the conversation to be important this time and looked around.

"As promised." Newt grinned "I just have to hook it up."

"Hook what up? To where? What are you up to Newt?

"Sorry Tommy, It was a surprise." His voice a little too gleeful "He swore me to secrecy" His voice lowering, intoning that that was why he had kept it.

Newt reached into his bag and pulled out a black box, handing it to Thomas, who looked at it dubiously, turning it over and over in his hands. Finally confirming in his mind that it was an official TV box and shouldn't burn the building down, he handed it back.

"What are you so suspicious about?"

"The last time you 'hooked something up' you took out the electricity for the entire building." He snapped.

To Newt, Thomas' words took on a different meaning. The last time Newt had made a decision, it had inflicted an event of apocalyptic proportions on their friendship and everyone around them.

"I'm pretty sure I know what went wrong last time."

He took the box and carefully crawled under the glass TV stand.

Minho got bored of waiting and Thomas ignoring him, that he wandered off into the kitchen. Gally followed, not wanting to get caught up in the friendly fire.

"You do know that this is a waste of money don't you?" Thomas said from his position by the living room door. "What do we need 260 extra channels for?"

Newt didn't answer. The remark was rhetorical.

Thomas leant against the door frame. There were way too many secrets, he hated secrets. He spent his teens so shrouded in them that he didn't want to keep them ever again.

Newt had put him in an extremely unwanted position, one that he hadn't been in since he'd introduced Minho to his parents. Strangely, they were more surprised when he bought Teresa home when he was 15, but that was not the issue right now.

It hurt that Minho had kept one from him, even though it was a surprise or maybe he was feeling guilty that he had one of his own.

"You're not stopping him though."

Gally silently slid to Thomas' side, so he could get a more satisfying view of his boyfriend as he shuffled about on his belly like an insect.

He handed Thomas a mug of coffee and drank deeply from his own

"You've been pissed with Newt since he got here. Something I need to know?"

"I get a bit nervous when he 'hooks things up', thats all"

Gally glared at him, then turned back to watch Newt. He loved watching Newt fix things, he could picture the look of concentration.

Everything between them had been working out. All he needed to do now was to convince Newt to move in with him. Long distance sucked. The problem was how to ask without getting maimed in the process.

"Have we got Sharknado 2 yet? I'm bored."

Minho pushed past them with a bowl full of popcorn. Gally grabbed some from the bowl as it passed.

"Get your own" Minho snapped as he snatched the bowl away and practically ran to the sofa. He sat down, hugging his popcorn.

Newt wriggled out from under the TV stand after about 20 minutes.

"Ok, now you've got a smart box, it's connected through your broadband, so it will be fast. I can't believe that you didn't have one."

Thomas rolled his eyes.

"Gally totalled it when you broke up with him. Threw the box out the window. We've been fine without one ever since"

"He seems to have a thing about windows." muttered Minho sourly.

His arm still didn't feel right, even though the cast had been off for months. He still regretted not beating the Shank senseless after the cast came off, but the moment had passed. Something always bubbled under his skin every time he looked at him.

"I don't see why we couldn't have bought a copy instead of having to fork out for all these extra channels. I pay the bills."

"I pay the rent." snipped Gally

The bill's in Minho's name Tommy, if it makes you feel better." Newt smirked. "You now have all the disaster movies he can handle. And you can record them."

"If I'm happy, I make you happy, don't forget that." Said Minho, talking around the handful of popcorn in his mouth. Grinning like a cat around the mouthful.

Gally raised an eyebrow.

"Get you mind out of the gutter." Thomas said in a tone full of warning.

Newt had joined Minho on the sofa. He lay with his head on the sofa arm, feet on Minho, holding the remote control, filling his face with handfuls of pilfered popcorn.

He beckoned to the two men by the door and they all crammed onto the sofa as the beginning credits rolled.

As soon as Will Wheaton was eaten by a shark, -an utterly implausible scene in Thomas' opinion- Newt inhaled deeply and pressed pause to a chorus of why?

He glanced at Thomas, who's expression shifted in anticipation. He knew what was coming and why Newt wanted an audience.

"Did you have to stop the movie? Couldn't it wait?" whinged Minho who was really getting into it. Thomas, tapped him gently on the arm and shook his head.

Minho's expression questioning as he noticed the exchange. He knew that something was up, he knew Thomas too well. Thomas felt lighter, he wouldn't have to keep the secret any longer.

Newt turned to face Gally.

"I have something to tell you."

"Spit it out then" Said Minho impatiently, ignoring the much harder jab to his arm.

"I have to move back home for a while. I've found a really well paid job"

Minho raised an eyebrow, then went back to eating his popcorn, as if Newt going back to England was an every day occurrence. He tilted his head sadly at Thomas in silent conversation, Thomas nodded and slowly mouthed "I'm sorry, I'll tell you later."

They remained silent, waiting for Gally's response.

"That's long distance, we might work out." He said quietly.

"It's pretty damn far, so I was hoping we wouldn't"

Newt took a deep breath, waiting for the white hot flash of anger that always came before he Hulked out.

"What?" Gally spluttered "You can't leave me again. You're not going."

There was no anger in his words, just a hint of sadness. Unexpected.

Newt looked towards Thomas, who shook his head, as if reading his best friends mind and suggesting that going through with this part of the plan meant he was nuts.

"Be long distance, I mean." Newt clarified quietly "I want you to come with me."

The bombshell.

The elephant in the room.

"To England?"

"Yes, you dumb shuck. To England. With me."

Gally glanced over at Thomas and Minho, who shrugged as if to say, your choice.

They would probably live in the apartment together once he was out of the way. He knew

Minho still hadn't forgiven him after the window incident, that was pretty obvious.

He'd wanted Newt to move in with him anyway, they would just be in another country.

He grinned at Newt, who looked positively nauseous at his delayed reaction.

"Alright."

At that one word, Newt relaxed on the sofa, grabbed the remote and turned the film back on.

"Good that" Newt murmured as he snuggled closer and let Gally put his arm around his shoulders.

They could work out the details later. Their new place would definitely need to be big enough for visitors.